Julie Peters: People are gonna help each other, aren't they? Rebuilding things?
Harry Washello: I think it's the insects' turn.
Johanna: You really send him under the ice? He isn't a slave or convict or anything, is he?
Dr. Laurence: My dear, science is a cruel mistress.
Johanna: How is he going to breathe?
Dr. Laurence: He isn't.
Peter Plunkett: All I wanted to be was happily useless, you made me miserably useless.
Vicomte de Valmont: Why do you suppose we only feel compelled to chase the ones who run away?
Marquise de Merteuil: Immaturity?
Lorna: You are certifiable! What is this? Some sort of smart-ass joke? You're taking cooking?
Michael: I want to learn how to cook.
Lorna: Yeah, right. You have some burning desire to learn how to make apple brown betty.
Michael: What are you doing here if you think so highly of it?
Lorna: Well, they wouldn't let me take auto mechanics, and I didn't have time to take the issue to the Supreme Court.
Mr. Bobrucz: You, Fifi, can take your French fruit and stuff it up your big bird.